Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 13:39:21 -0300
From: MRA NB
Subject: Child of Rena 2
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Child of Rena
Chapter 2
The of Beginnings
By MRA
Cy turned to his new servant and asked, "Where is this place?"
"It is the city constables office. Lady Nalversa requested use of the lower
cells since she knew no one would hear you being tortured here. She bribed
one of the constables and snuck you in the back way and ordered me to begin
your torture once you awoke but not to kill you until she arrived. Do you
wish to wait for her and kill her master?"
Cy just smiled, "No, first the death of the wizard might have been relayed
to her and she would realize something had happened here. Secondly, if we
kill her she wont be able to have her little rebellion and I don't want stop
the show, it should be entertaining." Cy giggled and then added, "Can you
get us out of here with out alerting the constables?"
"With ease my lord." Velar responded.
All of a sudden a black cat darted down the stone stair and quickly moved to
Cy and started purring and rubbing up against Cy's leg. The cat had startled
Velar into drawing his sword but Cy just gave it a look of fond annoyance
and said, "What do you want Kian, you aren't normally this friendly unless
you are looking for something."
What happened next again startled Velar, the cat answered Cy, "I smell fresh
death on you," The cat said still purring and weaving himself in between and
around Cy's legs, "did you save me a treat?"
"No," and with that the cat, Kian, stopped purring and sat down looking
disapprovingly at Cy, "I am sorry, I needed the energy from the kill to heal
myself. Don't worry I am sure I will have an opportunity to give you a snack
before too long."
"Well you better you only allowed me that one sailor on the way here and he
was already dying from an illness, not a very satisfying snack at all, his
energies were already depleted." Kian turned towards Velar and said, "Who is
this, first day back on this continent and you are already raising an
eisharis. Speaking of first day back on the continent how did you end up in
a prison within an hour of getting off the ship, I thought you wanted to
keep a low profile."
Cy just laughed and picked up the cat and started to pet him. At first the
cat fought but then quickly started purring as he began to enjoy the
attention. Cy asked, "Has all of my stuff been unloaded from the ship yet."
Between purrs Kian responded, "Yes, one of the sailors tried to open one of
your cases but I lit his hair on fire, can you scratch under my right ear
please." Cy laughed again as he did as the cat had instructed.
Velar watched this exchange in confusion, he could somehow sense the cat had
an immense amount of energy held within it but couldn't tell what it the cat
was. He was even more confused by the fact he could sense that since he had
never had any sense of magic before. He was already feeling many changes
happening to him that he didn't recognize or understand. Also the cat had
said `raising an eisharis' in reference to Velar, and he had never heard
that word before.
After this the strange trio headed towards the docks to buy a wagon and
horses and then gather Cy's possessions and start their journey. They left
the city without difficulty; no one suspected they were anything but a noble
with his bodyguard. Velar wore new full plate mail, which should have been
heavy but was surprisingly easy for Velar to move in. He had his bastard
sword and shield on his back and a short sword at his side. He wasn't
wearing a helmet and looked the like the image of a noble knight riding to
war. His huge midnight black stallion he had chosen as a mount was war
trained and walked towards the city gate with grace even with the weight of
his armoured rider. Normally he considered naming an animal as foolish but
still felt a special bond with this horse so he gave him the name Harbinger.
Velar's short cut brown hair was greying at the temples but dark brown eyes
were alert. He had a strong boned face and a scar on his right cheek. He was
forty eight and a veteran of life and war, he showed readiness for anything
in his every move and expression.
Cy showed a much different image. He had changed out of his ragged clothes
into something fitting of a great noble. He wore no armour and only had his
silver dagger sheathed at his side. He wore his silver red gemmed ring on
his right hand and his bone one of his left. His shoulder length light blond
hair moved slightly with the wind. His unnaturally silver eyes showed
confidence and knowledge that seemed to great for someone of only twenty two
and a half years. He had purchased a white mare for himself that seemed to
move with the same unnatural grace as it rider.
Behind them followed the wagon they had purchased. On its driver seat Kian
sat happily beside one of their new "friends" the other two rode in the back
of the wagon. After buying the horses and wagon Velar had asked Cy which one
of them would be driving the wagon team, Cy had simply responded that he
would go find someone since he wanted Velar to stay by his side and he
wouldn't be riding in the wagon. He called the cat to follow him and told
Velar to wait with the wagon and Cy's goods. The young man and strange cat
walked into the first alley they saw and disappeared. Velar thought it was
foolish of them to enter a dark alley and was about to follow to make sure
he didn't get himself into trouble, again, but he suddenly heard the distant
sound of chilling music. A few minutes later he saw the cat prancing out of
the alley looking hyper and happy and then came Cy, calm as always with his
usual smirk of amusement, and after him came three others. They followed and
their heads didn't move right or left the simply followed in perfect
obedience. When they got close Velar saw that their eyes looked dull...and
dead. Cy simply smiled and said that these fine men had volunteered to drive
the wagon for us and then he mounted his mare, which he had named Blizzard,
and begin to head down the road that would take them to the gate. Their new
associates simply took their places on the wagon and got it moving after
their new master. Velar realized then that he knew absolutely nothing of his
new master...or his powers.
They left the city and Velar looked back at Erus the greatest city in the
south and largest port in the land. There were only a handful of real ports
in the lands under the Kabel Empire since most of the coastline was made up
of jagged rocks and steep cliffs. Still he wondered why his new master chose
this port to return to if his destination was Renar since they couldn't be
much further apart. Renar was the north most kingdom of the empire and it
had a port, Jeoset, located on it west coast. He wouldn't question it; so
far everything his master had done had a purpose so there must be a reason.
*****
Back in Erus the Lady Nalversa was just getting out of meeting with some of
her supporters and looking forward to a little relaxation. She giggled at
the thoughts of what she would do to that ignorant peasant who dared to
speak to her so rudely. Suddenly Adept Tel, who served as her liaison to the
alliance of mages that supported her, came running to her. This let her know
something had gone wrong since mages never ran and especially not Tel who
was extremely overweight. Still she let out a giggle watching the large man
run towards her, it was a funny sight. When he reached her he was panting
and his eyes showed fear, this scared her since Tel was one of the greatest
mages from her home province of Laniam and well respected and feared in the
whole empire. As soon as he caught his breath he grabbed her arm and pulled
her back into the now empty meeting room and locked the door.
"My lady I have grave news. I have just received word from Liald, Archmage
Eriun is dead." She just looked at her ally and tried to process what he had
said, Eriun had been one of her first supporters years ago. It had been him
who had helped her move herself into a position to capture the heart of the
heir Herisar. He should have been safe since he was in charge of maintaining
her magical spy network and monitoring her agents, he shouldn't have been at
risk at all. Liald was the capital of Laniam and her agents there were under
heavy protections. Second he was an archmage who could almost qualify to
become an adept few could have harmed him at all.
"What happened?" Lady Nalversa demanded.
"He was found in his work room and had apparently been attempting a death
spell when he apparently had a heart attack but the mage that investigated
says there was the feel of some unknown magic in the room and she didn't
think the heart attack was natural." The adept responded. Lady Nalversa knew
this was serious, first a mage's work room was heavily fortified with magic
no attack, magical or physical should have been able to penetrate it. Second
if the mage who found him had realized he had been casting a death spell it
would have created a stir since it was one of the forbidden magics. Lastly
he would have only been casting a death spell from his room if one of her
magically bonded agents had found a way to betray her since magic like that
required a bond to use.
"How did they attack?"
"Apparently the strange magic was found to somehow have come in through the
death spell. That is what the residual energies suggest but we know of no
magic that can do anything like that. It either means that one of your
agents has either discovered the use of some form of magic or they have
managed to get a mage to help them."
"We must get Velar and return to Liald immediately and rally my allies I
can't afford to have things go bad at home, not when I am so close to being
able to make my move."
She gathered her guards and headed to her carriage and both she and Adept
Tel got in and headed to the constables office to collect her guard captain
and unfortunately give the ignorant fool a quick death. When she reached the
office she found a surprise and she realized who the death spell had been
targeted at. Tel found signs of a powerful spell woven of strange magics had
taken place. There was the jailer the constables had provided dead with no
sign of anything that would have killed him. The lock on the cell appeared
to have rusted off. Also though she might have been imagining it this place
seemed unnaturally cold, far colder then even a dungeon should be. Who was
this stranger she found in rags and what powers did he command that
confounded even trained mages? And more importantly would he affect her
plans? Could he be an ally or would he be an enemy?
*****
At about the same time Tel was running to his mistress another mage was
moving towards another person of great importance with grave news. This mage
was a woman, tall and almost unnaturally thin. Her hair had silvered, not
just with age but from long contact with magics most feared and shunned. Her
eyes were pale blue and had the appearance of ice. Instead of running she
moved calmly with such unnatural grace that those who saw her shivered and
drew back from her. She didn't notice any of this as she moved towards the
throne room of the Emperor. Her robes of pale grey seemed to shimmer as if
they were coated in ice. She stepped into the doorway of the throne room and
looked at the collection of courtiers, nobles, mages, merchants, and many
more all hoping the Emperor would spare them a moment to hear their pleas or
proposals. She quietly said, "Out." Even though it was almost a whisper
everyone somehow heard it, heard it in their very souls which seemed chilled
as if touched by the lady of death herself. Everyone obeyed instantly since
no one wanted to oppose Arlana, High Adept of Necromancy, Favoured of Nellin
the Lady of Death, Head of her followers in Canreen, and ally to the Dragon
Throne of Kabel.
As soon as the last person left the room the Emperor Galarel with a small
part of his dragon blooded will shut the door and sealed the room from
prying ears or spells. He was a man of almost eighty but most would guess
him no more then thirty if they ever saw him. The first time most people see
a dragon blooded they expect to see a half human/half dragon or at least
scales or some other dragon trait but dragon blooded seldom show any
draconic traits. His hair was raven black and cut short and he was built
like the warrior he was. The only trace of draconic blood in him was his
eyes were golden with no whites. His blood granted him powers that the most
powerful mages would drool over and unlike most of his kin who simply used
it as it manifested itself he had actually trained it. He looked at his long
time ally knowing something big had happened since the followers of the lady
seldom walked the halls of his palace unless with purpose and that Arlana
seldom left the her school outside of Kabel unless under the direct orders
of Nellin.
"What has happened?" He asked, in court life that would have been rude to
just say that with no pleasantries but first of all he knew she didn't
expect them and second they had known each other for almost fifty years. She
was the closest thing to a friend he had.
"The Veil has been breached." Was all she said and it was enough to make the
most powerful man in the known world gasp. The Veil was one of the greatest
secrets of the empire something not even the mages realized existed even
though it was probably the greatest feat of magic ever cast. Only the
descendants of the three groups who created it knew it existed. The
necromancers who swore there allegiance to the dragon throne if they would
aid in its casting, the dragon blooded of the royal and noble families who
needed allies when the empire was still new, and the dragons themselves who
saw the veil as an added protection to ensure no one threatened them. The
Veil was an invisible wall that surrounded the entire land of Canreen and it
did many things. It left an undetectable tag on any magic user who crossed
it which allowed any of the three attuned to it to track them no matter
where in the land they went. It protected the land from any attempts to scry
into it from outside. It could even be turned to in wall of force if an
outside force threatened them. None of those were the reasons the
necromancers had given for wanting it made they were only things added to
make it appeal to the dragons and the dragon blooded. Galarel didn't even
know what there true purpose was except they had said they wanted to cleanse
the land of the forsaken and prevent any from entering it. Galarel could not
believe anything could breach such powerful magic without him feeling it, he
sent his mind into himself and then moved it around the Veil and didn't find
any breaches. Suddenly he felt it an almost completely undetectable hole
located in Erus.
"How could this happen, the Veil should have stopped anything brought
against it."
Arlana Looked at him and said, "Apparently a forsaken has discovered a
weakness in the Veil. The Veil is designed to keep the forsaken out but
apparently by entering it at the same point he left through it was weakened
and he was able to breach it with his powers."
This statement caused the emperor to raise his eyebrows, "He? You speak as
if you know him. Also what are the forsaken you and your fellows always
avoid speaking of them but seem to hate them...and fear them?"
"I FEAR NO PRETENDER! HE IS ABOMINATION!" Arlana yelled and the dragon
blooded emperor, veteran of dozens of campaigns, master of the draconic
magics, and most powerful man in then known world stepped back in surprise
and fear. He had never seen any strong emotion in any necromancer and Arlana
had always seemed devoid of ever minor emotion. Pretender...what did she mean
by that? Arlana continued again with her emotions back in check, "Most
forsaken would die on there own if left to it since they don't understand
what they are doing and for other more practical reasonsbut occasionally one
lives so the necromancers kill any that are...born, I guess that is the best
word for it if not very accurate. I don't know who he is but only one has
ever managed to avoid our hunt in this land and he fled from the port of
Erus almost fourteen years ago. We figured the Veil would keep him from ever
returning, we were wrong. We don't speak of them since it is heresy to the
lady to talk of them with any outside our order."
"How should we deal with this then? Is he a threat?" Galarel asked.
"Of course he is a threat the question is how much of one. We must kill him
before he gets a chance to be a threat." Answered the necromancer.
"So how do we find this forsaken and what powers does he possess?"
"He will head to Rena, it all began in Rena." Arlana responded.
"And his powers?" The emperor prompted.
The mage priestess of death looked at the emperor and once again he sensed
fear in her, then she answered, "I don't know. No one knows..." With that she
turned and walked towards the doors of the throne room. As she left she
whispered to herself, so low no human could hope to hear but the emperor was
not human and he heard and what he heard chilled his bones in a way he
didn't understand, she had said, "No one knows, I doubt even the goddess
knows."
*****
Velar was riding beside the wagon talking to Cy, he was discussing his
former mistresses plans. Cy actually seemed impressed that she had arranged
so much without alerting the Dragon blooded lords of Kabel, he seemed quite
pleased that many of the strategies were of Velar's design. Velar was in the
middle of a sentence when he saw Cy's head shoot to straight ahead like he
had heard something Velar couldn't hear. Velar suddenly felt a strange
sensation which he could only describe as his brain feeling itchy. Cy
suddenly yelled to the cat, "Kian guard the wagon me and Velar are riding
ahead."
The three `helpers' drew cudgels from there belts and looked ready for
action if still vacant eyed. The cat however responded, "I want to come I
can feel it too, it's a feast waiting for me, I can already smell it." The
cat was drooling and had a dreamy look on its face. "I am coming you can't
keep me away."
Cy responded, "Kian I command you to guard the wagon." With that the cat
suddenly fell on the wagon seat and started twitching for a few seconds.
After he stilled he answered, "As you command my master, I am sorry I forgot
my place."
"I apologize for doing that my friend but I don't have time to argue." With
that Cy signalled Velar and they rode as fast as the horses would bare them
ahead. Before long they could see the outline of a town along the road. As
they got closer Velar realized there was a battle in progress. The villagers
were poorly armed and outnumbered by a motley group of fighters. However the
villagers weren't being slaughtered as Velar would have suspected since
among there ranks was someone who obviously knew how to fight. He was young
looking probably around twenty or twenty one his hair was dark brown and
would have hung around his ears but was flying as he performed a dazzling
display of fighting that was keeping the attackers disoriented enough for
the villagers to hold them at bay if not truly fight them off. He was
wielding a rapier in his left hand and a poniard in his right. He was
wearing very little armour but it made no difference since none of the four
fighters engaging him could even come close to landing a hit. By this time
both sides were beginning to notice the two horses charging towards the
battle Velar had his bastard sword in hand and looked intimidating and
deadly. Cy held his dagger in hand which looked kind of silly with his
pompous clothes. Velar moved his horse towards him with the intention of
shielding him as they entered the fray but just as the horses came close to
the first bunch of attackers Cy did something that completely took Velar by
surprise he looped his arm on Blizzard's neck and swung down towards the
first two fighters. Before his feet even touched the ground they were both
dead and Cy's silver dagger shoen red with blood. Cy moved into the battle
with speed that was unnatural and had two more dead before Velar realized he
wasn't paying attention but was staring. He had never known of a mage that
knew how to fight too. Velar was suddenly knocked out of his thoughts by
Harbinger rearing up and then falling with an arrow in its neck. Velar
quickly recovered and was on his feet in an instant. This surprised him
since the armour he was wearing should have given him more difficulty since
it was heavy, or at least should have been. Soon the attackers were
retreating with the addition of two more skilled fighters. With each kill
Velar felt stronger and noticed that everyone seemed to be moving slower, or
was he moving faster?
*****
Tayn looked at the town ahead of him with a sigh of happiness. He hadn't
slept in three days and was craving anything except trail rations. His three
charges looked like they were about to collapse. The oldest was Jilel who
was only ten and she was trying to keep the other to moving and keeping them
calm. She was already the leader of the three even though none of them had
known each other two weeks earlier. The other two was a boy of eight and
another girl of five. Children like them were rare in the twelve kingdoms,
or at least eleven of them, Tayn's homeland of Torak being the exception. He
and those like him, like the children he protected, tried to gather them
before they hit puberty since that is when they would show signs of what
they were. That is when most of them usually died. It had started with a few
like him in Torak gathering together and trying to bring peace to his
troubled land. Now there were hundreds of them most trying to cleanse Torak
of the taint of the past the hunted the land still. A few though were sent
out to find those like them in other lands, lands were they were persecuted
against and killed. Tayn was young but not as young as he looked; he was
twenty-five but could easily pass for several years younger thanks to his
nature. He was only a child of six when they had found him and started
training him. Now he was the greatest of them all in battle and quite
skilled in the use of the others abilities those like him had. Since the
children were all before puberty they showed no sign of what they were, they
didn't even realize what they were. Tayn on the other hand had a few more
interesting traits but hid them well.
As soon as he herded his three charges into the town inn he paid for a room
in the place and meals to be sent there, far more food then four people
should be able to eat probably enough for nine or ten full grown men. That's
probably one of the few differences the children might have noticed about
themselves, they needed a lot of food. He also asked for a basin of hot
water they could use to wash themselves with. He tucked the children into
the only bed in the room and after they were asleep Tayn sat on the floor
and leaned back against the wall and slept. If he had his way he would sleep
for a whole day.
He woke up around noon the next day to a scream, the children looked scared
so he told them not to leave the room and told Jilel not to let anyone in
except him. He grabbed his blades and leaped out the window, which was a
feat since it was on the second floor. He quickly saw the source of the
scream, a woman hunched over the body of a young boy of maybe twelve who was
already lying in a pool of his own blood, he was already dead. There was a
man with a spear standing near her laughing and approaching her. He didn't
even see Tayn before he was dying, his throat slit. The next fifteen minutes
Tayn ran all over the town fighting off the bandits and herding the
villagers back towards the inn where they could rally themselves. Finally
after he had herded the last group he could find back towards the inn he
headed there himself only to find the bandits were more numerous then he had
realized. He had never heard of bandits being this bold or this organized.
They were fighting as a group, the villagers stood no chance. The only thing
keeping them from being slaughtered was the fact the bandits were not aiming
to kill. They probably planned to sell them as slave to a slave trader along
the coast. The children, elderly and most of the women were in the inn, well
the men and a few women tried to fight off the attackers. Tayn charged into
the battle with an almost sort of glee as he entered a battle lust that only
those like him could understand. He knew enough to keep the attackers as
unorganized as possible or else the villagers would be slaughtered and he
would have to face them alone.
Suddenly through the pulsing of his blood and the sounds of battle he sensed
the battle was changing and he noticed two new combatants had entered the
fray. One had the look of a war veteran and had the look of a Kabelan, and
fought like a follower of the blade. He moved faster then Tayn had seen most
normal humans move, which was shocking since the armour he wore should have
made moving difficult. He fought with grace, skill, and confidence of
someone who knew what they were capable of. It was the other one that
distracted Tayn. He only barely stopped the axe that was clumsily thrown at
him he quickly got back into the rhythm of the battle. Still he kept an eye
on the other fighter. He was dressed in clothes that had no place in a
battle and wore no armour at all. He fought with only a dagger which should
have got him slaughtered but he moved around every attack with ease and
efficiency. His light blond hair flew as he danced through the battle
bringing death behind him. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the light and his
face was a mask of concentration. Tayn doubted he had ever seen anyone as
beautiful. It wasn't long before the battle was over with not one survivor
on the attackers' side; none had managed to run from the deadly trio. It had
felt like an eternity but the entire battle from the point Tayn had jumped
out the window had only taken twenty five minutes, only ten minutes had the
battle before the inn lasted. Thirteen villagers were dead and almost fifty
wounded. After a count they found sixty-two bandits which didn't make sense,
how could that many work together without drawing notice. As soon as he was
sure the battle was over ran to check on the children who were fine but
scared. Jilel he could sense a hunger in, for battle...and more, not a
strong one but it was there. She must be already starting puberty.
As he left the building again, this time by the door he saw the woman from
earlier once again standing over the body of her child crying, suddenly the
blond one was beside her, he looked at the child in shock. Tayn walked
towards him once again entranced by his grace and beauty. His eyes were now
closed and his face again filled with concentration. Suddenly his eyes
opened and he looked truly surprised. He turned to the mother and said,
"Your son may yet live take him home and wash the blood off him. He may yet
survive but if he does he will be changed."
The woman asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing, if he can't do this alone then he will be dead but if he survives
then he must come with me or be truly killed." The woman looked scared but
did his biding and lifted her son to take him home. He then stood up and
turned around and his eyes locked with Tayn's, his eyes were silver and his
face looked shocked but also showed recognition, he knew what Tayn was. Tayn
was expected an outcry or for him to attack but neither happened instead he
simply smiled and said, "Haven't seen one of your type in a while what are
you doing in a town like this? By the way the name is Cy."
Tayn almost stumbled at the fact the he recognized what he was and didn't
seem scared or hostile but actually seemed friendly. "Tayn, I am..." Tayn
realized he didn't know how to describe what he was doing. He didn't have
since out of nowhere three small shapes were suddenly tackling him with hugs
and saying they didn't want to be left alone.
Tayn looked over at Cy feeling embarrassed but was met with a huge smile,
"Don't worry your secret is safe with me, and theirs' too. You are
protecting them from their fate, I understand. I might have to do the same
soon too."
Before Tayn could reply the town mayor was charging over to thank them for
their help. He was talking so fast Tayn couldn't even understand what he
was saying half the time. Apparently they were going to have a feast in
honour of those who died and also to thank them for their help. As he was
finishing up Tayn noticed a wagon rolling up not far away. As soon as it
stopped a cat jumped off it and ran towards Cy it gave him a look that was
almost resentful and Cy looked guilty but the expression on each was short
lived the cat was purring and Cy started laughing as he begin to pet it and
scratch its neck. All of a sudden the cat looked over at Tayn and stared in
a very uncat like way and Tayn felt something from the cat, something
familiar, something not natural, but something Tayn couldn't quite place.
After a second or two the cat was back to acting like a cat and Tayn almost
thought he imagined the look on the cat's face as it looked at him.
Cy looked like a kid as he began to play with the cat, the mayor was looking
confused at this person covered in blood, dressed like a noble, who fights
with amazing skill, and who was now acting like a five year old. Tayn
thought it was cute. Suddenly the cat nipped his finger he looked surprised
for a second and then laughed. He picked up the cat and said, "How rude of
me to forget to introduce my friend for the last six years, this is Kian."
The cat even made a move with its head that looked a little like a minor
bow. The mayor looked a little uncomfortable being introduced to a cat,
which caused Cy to laugh again.
The mayor did a bow and said he had to get to the unfortunate business of
burying the dead and was about to turn when Cy stopped him, "It has been a
hard day for you and your people so you worry about burying your dead and my
men will work to dispose of the bodies of the bandits." The mayor was about
to refuse but was cut off with, "I insist." Tayn looked over at the wagon
and saw that three men had left the wagon and were beginning to drag bodies
outside of town. Cy hadn't even looked in their direction. Now he knew for
sure Cy had secrets too. He watched Cy and the armoured man begin to drag
bodies themselves as well, and wondered what he was up to.
Later that night the town began to gather in the town hall beside the inn
for the feast. The whole town had turned out, at least a hundred and fifty,
there were tears and sadness but they were thankful they had been spared a
worse fate. If the bandits were slavers then many of these people might have
already been loaded on a ship and sent to lands far away. Tayn and his
charges were enjoying the feast, there host were shocked as they devoured
everything put before them, Tayn not so much as the children this time since
his hunger wasn't as great as usual. Cy or his companions were nowhere to be
seen, Tayn almost was about to go looking when he caught a strange sound. It
sounded like a song in the wind, it was uncomfortable to hear. Everyone was
suddenly looking scared since the song shook the nerves of even the bravest.
Someone near Tayn was suggesting that they go check it out and a few agreed
but no one moved. After a few minutes the song stopped and the atmosphere
slowly returned to what it was. Several minutes later Cy came in flanked by
his armoured guard.
Tayn wondered what secrets Cy held. He knew if he was smart he would forget
about Cy and gather his charges and head home as soon as possible, but he
couldn't. He could feel a connection beginning to form with the handsome
young man something he couldn't describe but something powerful. He also had
the feeling that something greater had begun today, possibly several
somethings. Tayn felt that the haunting music he had just heard signalled
something more, he was confused by the child that was dead but according to
Cy could still survive. He was confused to why a Kabelan was serving anyone
besides a Kabelan noble or a great noble of one of the lands. He flet like
the wind was changing and the world he knew would change with it, but would
it be the beginning of something better?...or worse?
To be continued...
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I will be a while longer on the next chapter probably two weeks at the
earliest but it could be longer. I don't want to make any promises in case I
cant keep them but will try for as soon as I can.
I hope you enjoyed it.